Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All rights and ownership goes to J.K. Rowling.

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The Package

In number four Privet Drive, the Dursleys, Vernon, Petunia, and their son Dudley, were all eating dinner in their spotless kitchen. Dudley's school ends earlier than Harry's and so they decided to celebrate Dudley's return by buying him presents and sweets before Harry gets back. However, this intention was all ruined when there was a knock (more banging than knocking) at the door. Petunia got up from the table wondering who could be visiting at a time like this.

She opened the door. Had she not covered her mouth, Petunia would have screamed. For there stood Vernon's sister, Marge holding a big package with her beloved pet bulldog, Ripper.

"Ah, Petunia," said Marge, balancing the package in her shovel-like hands. "Thought you'll never see me again, eh?"

Petunia didn't speak. She was too shocked. Vernon and Dudley came into the living room.

"Petunia," Vernon said, glancing at his wife. "Who's at the door…?" He trailed off; for he too was surprised to see his sister here in his house. The last time Marge visited she had been blown up like a balloon by Harry.

Marge came in with Ripper padding behind her.

"Well? Aren't you going to say hello?" Marge demanded. She took one look at Dudley and ran forward to hug and kiss him.

"How's my Dudders? Has he been a good boy?"

She pulled back, and in Dudley's hands were £20 notes. But he didn't notice the money. He was too busy gawking at his aunt.

"Aunt Marge," Dudley spluttered. "Why're you here?"

"Well, I thought I dropped by for another visit," boomed Marge.

The Dursleys looked at each other. She doesn't seem to remember what had happened on her last day here last year. That's because a bunch of wizards had come and erased Marge's memories of her inflating and bopping around the ceiling.

"By the way, Marge," Petunia seemed to gotten over her surprise. "What's inside the box?"

"I don't know," Marge answered. "It was on my doorstep when I was leaving my house."

She put the box on the living room table. She then ripped open the package. The Dursleys all crammed to see what's inside, and were met by sheer disappointment. There were seven books. And to make matters worse, there were all about that boy.

"Who would make books about that dirty ungrateful boy?" Marge asked, looking disgustingly at the books.

Petunia picked up the books. Despite her hatred to the wizarding world, she was curious about Harry's world and what he was doing at that school. Dudley noticed a note at the bottom of the package. He picked it up and read it aloud:

Dear Dursley family,

These are seven books concerning your "unwanted family member" that I've had sent you to read. By the time you've finished reading this note, time will freeze. When you have finished the books, time will resume to its normal state. By the way, you might as well tell Marge the truth about Harry and his parents. But you can choose not to. Hey, it's your choice. She'll find out very soon anyway. Oh, and you can't try to change anything after you read the books. A powerful force will prevent you from doing so. Happy reading!

Anonymous

Nobody had spoken when Dudley had finished. Vernon had gone to out to check if the note said about freezing time was true. And indeed it was. For everybody had stopped, frozen with time. Vernon came back looking white and ashen faced.

"It must be the works of those freaks," he said outraged.

"What about the boy and his no good parents?" Marge demanded, looking at her brother suspiciously. "Vernon, Petunia, is there something you're hiding from me?"

Petunia sighed. "Let's just read them. The only way to unfreeze time is to finish reading those books. And Marge, you'll need to listen to the story because everything in the books is all true."

And with that she picked up the first book, The Sorcerer's Stone, turned to the first chapter and began to read.